[ VERSE 1 ]Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed upDom Perrignon'ed upNiggas from where want what?One slip'll get your cherry bombed upI got heavy armAnd my niggas Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cutbe , test your dumb blonde luckFuck with the wrong oneShawn Gun, harm one, twoFuck why'all wan' do?Bastards, niggas know I blast quickAs if why'all had to ask - shitGet your ass twistIt's the rap's El Niño, get your brain splittedAnd I don't like pussy well enough to hang with itYou ain't with it, same shit, theyCan't fuck with the languaddageSoon as the slang's spittedIf you came you get itPlain as a game with them thangs with itOn co-sign and the whole nineLeave you where I find yo ass - lost with no signsYou're so wrongI'm the last nigga to roll onGot a vest on, went to FolsomWhen you guess wrong I'ma press oneMuthafucka

[ CHORUS ]Fuck the judge, fuck the juryWhen you're warin with meIt's People's Court, we hold court in the streetI gives a fuck about the D.A.When you see JayBetter crawl for your heatIt's People's Court, we hold court in the streetYa heard me?

Fuck the judge, fuck the juryWhen you're warin with meIt's People's Court, we hold court in the streetI gives a shit about the plaintiffNigga, dangerous, watch your langauge with meIt's People's Court, we hold court in the street

[ VERSE 2 ]I give a shit if it's small claims like stealin your bitchOr if it's Supreme Court like stealin your bricksLook, my guns is all-range, more painIndifferential, whether you're big money or small changeWhen I cock it - ball gameMy pistals never miss-trial, here's the determentWith no chance of parole bullets comin concurrentI'm like "Why, nigga, try Jigga?" You must rememberIt's like bein on trial for your life with a public defenderLet the jury fill the seats up and start the court calendar offWith docu number 9mmAll rise...The Honourable Jay-Z presidesInstead of a mallet I hold a toolAll objections over-ruledSay your opening arguments, hope you understand itTwo guns, right over left, that's how I cross-examineLike Tom Cruise, popppin with the _Top Gun_ you loseJigga's no lie, and why'all can't handle the truth

[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]No flow's sicker, no cell can hold JiggaSince I dropped 'Reasonable Doubt' no cocaine convictorsNo contest in a rhyme fest, I'm bestUnder oath raise my hand, and I spit it - honestKnow our facts for real 'fore why'all decide to act illWhen you blow trial ain't no comin back on the pillIt's Murder One, bail set at a half a millIt's Murder One, for you backwards muthafuckas: red-rumCommitt hate crimes, fake crimes, I hold in contemptYou get state time for fakin like you greater than HimSo cop a plea to lessen charges, pay your fine at the Desk SergeantSay you're sorry, then - take your propertyI be sho' defended, flow splendid, no co-defendantWhile you niggas hold trial with no motions in itThree time felon, third album, lockin it down for the termOf 'Lifetime', Vol. 2, nigga, court is adjourned